With a great job and a fantastic boyfriend, Samantha Newman thinks she has it all. But when her best friend vanishes, doubt creeps in. Is there some ugly reality behind her company's success?

When she asks the FBI for help, they send a man with secrets of his own. How can she find her friend without getting caught in the web of deceit?

Carter Chapman's on a mission. But it wasn't supposed to include a beautiful corporate executive with her own set of problems, until a terrible event puts them on the same path to discovery, and they each have to decide if some secrets are worth the price.

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Gay Yellen began her working life as an actress in theatre,
film and television commercials, then moved behind the camera to be the
Assistant to the Director of Production at The American Film Institute. She is
a former magazine editor and national journalism award winner, and was the
contributing book editor for Five Minutes to Midnight (Delacorte Press),
an international thriller. She also has extensive executive experience in
marketing and media relations.

The Body Business
is Book #1 of the Samantha Newman Series. I am so happy to hear we can look forward to more.

I love firsts, so tell me about the moment
when a publisher told you they wanted to publish your book.

I was full of questions like: Should I use a pen name?
Do I have to join Facebook? What’s Twitter? Other existential issues kept me up
that night: Do I need an “Author” wardrobe? (Until the contract, my writing
ensembles were old PJs.) And then, of course, The Big Question: Should I color
my hair? Eventually, things sorted themselves out, and I’m thrilled to be a
published author.

If it isn’t too nosy. How about the first time
you kissed your true love?

So many first true loves to choose from! There was
Peter, an absolute dream of a first-grader, whom I chased down on the
playground during recess and planted a smacker on. That was before I turned
shy. Then there was John, a young gentleman who carried my books and walked me
home from fourth grade. One day when we reached my house, he asked if he could
kiss me. I really really wanted him to, but I knew it was forbidden. Long story
short, I led him behind our garage and let him give me a peck on the cheek.
That evening, I was so deeply wracked with guilt that I wrote a confession promising
I’d never ever do it again. I gave it to my mother. She must have had a good
laugh over that one.I used to threaten my first boyfriend with kisses unless he did what I said.

Other than your own, who are your favorite
(heroes/heroines/writers) in your genre?

In the mystery genre, you can’t beat Miss Marple for
pluck. She faces sexism and ageism, yet remains fierce in her determination to
solve crimes. Today, I admire the heroines of Pamela Fagan Hutchins books.
She’s created three contemporary romantic suspense series, each one powered by
a fully-realized and likable female character. Emily, the protagonist of her
newest series, is vulnerable, smart and funny—someone the reader can really
root for.

Sounds great. I have a new author to look up.

What is the most exciting moment, so far, in
your writing career?

I love book clubs! My very first one was hosted by a
neighborhood club. Over forty people showed up. I had so much fun interacting
with readers. We had a blast. Although I’ve been nominated for, and won,
several awards for my writing, it’s speaking to a book club that gives me the
biggest rush.

I want one of those. I need to pick your brain on how to get one.

What is your favorite pastime, other than
writing?

My husband is an excellent nature photographer, and I
love to hike with him. One of my favorite personal photos is a self-portrait he
shot of us (well, our shadows, really) in the early morning at Death Valley.

The shot is not only beautiful, it stimulates my imagination.

How do you motivate yourself when inspiration
takes a vacation?

That’s when I
take a mental vacation, too, and read. Almost anything from my to-be-read pile
usually works. Sometimes it’s fiction, but even a magazine or newspaper item
can unclog the creative pipeline. As long as the subject takes my mind off the
issue at hand and keeps the circulation flowing into the problem-solving area
of my brain, it helps. It also reduces the piles of reading material that
gather dust around here.

Got a recipe you want to share?

I’m a food lover, but not a kitchen wizard. My critique
group complains that reading my chapters makes them crave the food I write into
scenes, and there are a lot of food scenes in my books. I plan to post
recipes for some of them on my website.

Any advice for new writers just starting out?

Read. Study the craft and the business. Join a writer’s
group to network with and learn from those who are further down the publishing
road. Seek professional feedback at a conference, in a critique group, anywhere
you can. Write, rewrite and rewrite again until it’s your best.

What genre or genres do you write?

While I was writing The Body Business, I didn’t aim for
the romance genre, though there is a strong romantic thread in it, and it’s
marketed as romantic suspense. I had just finished contributing work to another
author’s very successful thriller, and I was comfortable in that genre, so I
used it to structure my book. I’m more of a cross-genre writer; The Samantha
Newman Series is a mash-up of danger and romance, with a little humor thrown
in. I’ve also begun research for a historical fiction idea that has captured my
imagination and won’t let go. And I dip into poetry—mostly children’s verse,
but sometimes I tackle serious themes.

This is ridiculous.
Stop being afraid. Put up or shut up. Get it over with.

Samantha quickly
scanned the rest of the e-mail she’d written. You must find out what
happened to Lista Pearson, the last paragraph began. Please, please
help.

It still didn’t say all
that it should, all that she knew. But she hoped it would be enough to get
someone’s attention. If the FBI knew how much she really, really hated asking
anyone for help - least of all them - they would take her seriously.

The clock on the oven
blinked six-fifty. Derek would arrive soon to pick her up. It was now or
never. Holding her breath, she gripped the mouse again and re-centered the
arrow over Send.

This time, she clicked,
and the message disappeared into the ether. Her pulse pounded in her ears as
she blinked at the empty screen. She leaned back and shut her eyes. A jumble of
thoughts sped through her skull at warp speed. She opened her eyes again to
make them stop.

The kitchen seemed both
familiar and suddenly strange. Like the eerie hush that descends as the eye of
a hurricane hovers, she felt weirdly calm. The worst of the storm was sure to
come, but for now, she had to drag herself upstairs and get ready for another
dreadful day at the office, where the escalating hostility felt like a pair of
clammy hands closing around her neck. Thank you!

What’s your current WIP?

I’m winding down the sequel to The Body Business, and I
can almost see through the tunnel to those two exquisite words: The End. Book
#3 is in the wings, rarin’ to go.